Only time will tell
but time talks to slow
talks with a slur
and pretends he don’t know

But I persist to question 
asking, badgering if I must say
for the answer any answer
but time is taking all day

I count the minutes, watching, waiting
for him to say something
weeks go by
and still he say’s nothing

He just sits there patiently
watching me grow old with anticipation
I curse him, passionately
in hopes of exhibiting my aspirations

Still there’s no response
not a whisper of an answer
no gesture, no motion
no minimal thought enhancer

Then
all of a sudden without warning
time passes and moves on
and within his passing
my answers are born

Bestowing on me
knowledge and wisdom divine
the answers to my questions
are now tenants of my mind

A gift that can only be giving
with the passing of time
because time knows all
tells all
...........In time.